Page 4 of Grim's Gem
“Don't tempt me, baby. Too much, and I’ll lose control.”
Ohhh… I think I’d like to see that.
Chapter Three
Grim
Fuck, this woman is going to keep me on my toes. I grin, looking forward to all that shit. I may have had reservations about women and relationships. Still, after meeting Jade, having her body wrapped around me, her laughter over the roar of my bike, and her sassiness, it all got to me, buried deep. I refuse to let it leave now, to let her go. No wonder my brothers fell so hard and so quick. There are only two words to describe this feeling, this woman. Fucking addicting.
I grab her hand as we make our way into the clubhouse. We can hear the party from out here, and with it raining for most of the day, I know I’ll find the inside ramped up. I pull my cut over my bare chest, looking at Jade in my shirt and smirking. I pull the door open and lead her inside.
“Hey, brother!” Rodeo says, grabbing a beer from the prospect behind the bar and approaching me. “Holy shit,” he mutters, his eyes never leaving Jade.
“Eyes on me, fucker. Think about it, and I’ll show you exactly what it's like to be hogtied,” I growl. Of course, the fucker just smirks and turns back to me.
“So you too, huh?” he asks, taking a long pull from his beer.
“Damn right.”
“Okay, when you two are done having your caveman conversation, come find me,” Jade says before pulling away. I watch the sway of her ass as she makes her way over to Halle, Sunny, Piper, and Izzy. Halle squeals, and we all hear her yelling.
“Bitch, please tell me you picked up one of these hunky bikers for your own? They need to settle, and we need you here full-time with us. Can you imagine the shit we could…”
“PET! Don't call my club brothers hunky… or anything other than ugly ass motherfuckers,” Loki yells from his seat at the bar next to Swift.
“And don't be getting anyone into any more trouble. We need a few months' rest from your last stunt at the fair,” Swift tacks on. All the men wince, remembering the fair incident. The girls sneaked away one night and took the kids to the fair. We found them ten minutes after they left, but their trackers were steering us to the haunted house when we arrived.
Three months earlier:
“Nuh-uh. No fucking way you are dragging my ass into that hellhole. There’s a killer clown out front. Look, Brothers, I love you, and I’m so fucking happy you all found your Ol’ Ladies, but mine is still out there somewhere. Somewhere far away from this hell in disguise. No way am I taking my ass in there when I get no damn pussy out of it,” Grease complains, shaking his head. I roll my eyes but have to agree with him. My Ol’ Lady isn't in there, so there shouldn't be a reason for us to go in.
“Someone has to go in,” Hitter says, looking at the building with his arms crossed.
“Rock paper scissors?” Grease asks. No one wants to admit it. Hell, we’re big, badass fucking bikers, but there’s just something about fucking clowns and dark spaces. I’m not ready to go to jail for putting a couple of holes into some douchebag with a chainsaw.
“Fine, we rock paper scissors, but at least three of us have to go,” Swift orders as we stand in a circle, getting stares from people around us. A bunch of huge bikers standing around trying to find any way out of going through a haunted house… what a sight we make.
“Daddy!!!!” we hear from inside, and our heads shoot up.
“Was that Rae or Paisley?” Comp asks, but none of us care. We hear a couple more screams and all take off toward the front entrance to the haunted house. We slow once we get inside, trying to find our way through the dark halls squished together and look fucking ridiculous, but it doesn't matter at the moment.
“So, uh, Bothers. This would probably be a bad time to tell you all I have a HUGE fear of clowns, right?” Rodeo calls from the back of the group. I look back at him, in time to see a clown head sticking out right beside Rodeo and laughing.
Rodeo screams high and loud before pushing his way through all of us, running like his ass is on fire.
“I love all your women, but if we don't find them soon, I will not have balloons stuffed up my ass or be hypnotized by some space spider posing as a clown,” he yells, running through the haunted house. I am trying like hell not to bust out laughing because I know if one of those fucking clowns thinks I'm laughing, they’ll come after me next.
“This ain't fucking IT, you motherfucker. And stop yelling. I need to find my woman and kids,” Loki barks, turning down a hall. Just as he faces his left, a clown sticks his hand out to grab him, laughing evilly. Loki quickly pulls his knife from the back of his pants, grabs the clown by the throat, turns the clown's head to the side, and then takes his knife, slamming it right through the big red nose of the mask and pinning the clown to the wall.
“Touch me, and next time it won't be the mask, fucker,” he says, barely sparing him a glance before turning and heading in the opposite direction.
It takes another few minutes and a few more knives until we make our way out of the haunted hellhole, where we find the girls and kids waiting for us out front.
“How much trouble did you all cause?” Piper asks, crossing her arms and lifting her brow.
Just as Swift opens his mouth to deny it, multiple employees dressed as clowns flood out of the house, some crying, some whimpering, some with just shocked and terrified faces. A fair worker comes by and tapes an “Out of Order” sign to the front of the house, ignoring the angry outburst from the people in line waiting their turn. Well fuck, we’ve been caught.
Present day: